The Ovary Aunt

What she doesn't know
is that her body is boiling -
today, fresh cists are easing through glutinous gills
like simmering milk,

They are fine while they stay there
mulling,
all mustard and metal-
squatting amongst secretion
like non target species nudging a net,

tomorrow might hold her like a holiday
or it might move
as sudden as a string of Indian bracelets
clean screaming
off and down a female forearm.